he was a drinking man with a guitar problem
is the first line of great song I wish I wrote
I can't even steal the line
trust me I have tried
women don't understand
how something can be priceless and worthless at the same time
like a great line
a room full of records and books
a shiny blue Mexican-made guitar
magazine pictures and sketches hanging on the wall
a bag of dope that looks bigger than it is or is bigger than it looks
I am not sure which
a naked lady dancing in the hall
it doesn't matter if it's a dream
or only happened once a long time ago
some things can almost chase the blues away
women don't understand
it ain't free
and it's probably a good thing they don't
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